In the south of the city, at Yuhuatai, the mass graves in winter are even more lonely. A few jackdaws are chirping on the dead trees, a few bleak white paper flowers are swirling on the ground, prisoners who have died of starvation in the prison, and those who have frozen to death on the street
Beggars, as well as young girls and young wives who committed suicide by stealing from men and could not enter their ancestral graves, are all buried here.
There are small graves everywhere, and a few wild dogs are looking here with red eyes. There are stacks of firewood on the ground, and there are seven corpses on the stacks. These are the Xiliang heroes who died in the battle. Their corpses were buried by their comrades.
He snatched it back and is now undergoing a cremation ceremony.
Although it is important to be laid to rest, the tradition in the Xiliang army is to be cremated. Soldiers travel thousands of miles away and face the danger of death in battle at any time. Although loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, it is still necessary for the soul to return to the hometown, so the army stipulates death in battle.
The deceased was cremated, the ashes were contained in clay pots, and they were taken back to their hometown for burial.
The bodies of these seven soldiers from the Military Command Division were snatched back. Some of them were chopped into two pieces by the swords of the Royal Forest Army. Those who collected the bodies could not help crying. Now the bodies have been sorted and put on new clothes.
Their belongings were put aside, and Yuan Feng came to see them off in person.
Being in the capital city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, naturally they could not line up to fire guns. The group could only bid farewell to Pao Ze silently. Several jars of lamp oil were poured on the firewood. Ye Tang personally took the torch and lit the firewood pile. The flames rose into the sky, burning the soldiers' faces.
The remains were blazing, the smell of burning human flesh filled the air, and the wild dogs in the distance became restless again.
Looking at the young faces gradually distorting and disappearing in the flames, Yuan Feng felt resentful in his heart. He was not kind enough to control the soldiers. As a commander of the army, he would not be too sad for the sacrifices of the soldiers, but those sacrifices in the past were all
On the battlefield, being framed and attacked for no reason like today, how can we not make people angry?
Dry firewood was mixed with kerosene, and the flames were fierce. The sky was still gloomy. A few things floated on the face, which were light snow mixed with ashes. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River was not as majestic as in the northwest, but light and gentle.
, just like petals scattered randomly by a fairy.
In the wilderness, with no one paying attention, a group of people silently bid farewell to their comrades. Suddenly, a horse galloped towards them. It was Wang Jinbiao. In front of the saddle sat Yuan Feng's pony boy Cao Gen.
"Master, something happened." Wang Jinbiao looked solemn, but not panicked. Years of experience have allowed this veteran to develop an attitude that will not change even if the mountain collapses in front of him.
Feng didn't even look back, he had sex with the imperial guards. It would be strange if nothing happened, but it was normal for something to happen.
"The officers and soldiers dispatched and arrested all the people who came to Beijing to deliver gifts from the governors of Shaanxi and Gansu. The yard that Zhou Shangshu lent us was also sealed. If the grassroots were not clever and hid in the haystacks of the stables, they would have been arrested."
"Did that passerby do it?"
"Gyeonggi Su Guards."
Now that the other party has used the Su Guards, it means that the struggle has turned from dark to bright. After all, this is their own ground. The strong dragon can't overpower the local snakes, not to mention that he is facing the royal family. Yuan Feng pondered for a moment and said: "Ye Tang
, you take people to hide in the post office, but they still don’t dare to touch the mission."
"Yes." Ye Tang lowered his head and cupped his hands, and suddenly realized: "Master, do you plan to do it yourself?"
Yuan Feng nodded, and Ye Tang became anxious: "Master, let us help you."
"No, a group of people has too big a target. Besides, I'm just here to get information. You don't need to panic."
"But this is too dangerous. The capital is full of dragons, ponds, and tigers."
Yuan Feng smiled slightly: "Ye Tang, have you ever seen me do anything?"
Now Ye Tang had nothing to say. The last time he was attacked by the Royal Forest Army, if not for the cover of the Queen of Yuanfeng, their military command department would have been wiped out long ago. Who does this lord rely on? He relies on being able to fight and fight hard.
He was a more powerful general than Zhuoligetu, and the people from the Military Command Department were helping him, which was simply a disservice.
…
Late at night, in the residence of Zhou Ziqing, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, the lights in the backyard study were still on. Mr. Zhou was reviewing official documents overnight. It had been snowing for several hours, but there was still no snow on the ground. There were only bushes on the roof.
There is some thin snow on the bushes, and a few wintersweets are quietly blooming in the snow. Yuan Feng is squatting on the rockery in white clothes, which seems a bit abrupt. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is really too light.
Yuan Feng had been staying for an hour. During this period, no strong aura was found in the Shangshu Mansion. The night was already deep, and even the boy who brought hot soup to the master was sent to sleep. Yuan Feng jumped from the rockery.
Come down.
There was a soft thud on the ground, which alerted Zhou Ziqing. "Who?" Zhou Shangshu asked. When no one responded, he put on his clothes and came out with a sword to check. He saw a thin young man in white standing in the courtyard, with a vague face.
Familiar, they are the family members of Fan Liangchen, the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu who visited the house a few days ago.
Zhou Ziqing has a very good memory and remembers the names of everyone he comes into contact with. When he saw it was Yuan Feng, he put away his sword and asked: "Yuan Feng, when did you come?"
Yuan Feng cupped his hands and said, "I've been here for a while, so I don't dare to disturb you."
Zhou Ziqing nodded: "You must already know that the Su Wei Army captured all your subordinates."
Yuan Feng said: "The reason why I came to see you, Sir, is precisely for this matter. We did not commit any crime, so why were we arrested by the officers and soldiers?"
Zhou Ziqing said: "I am in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs and not the Ministry of Punishment. Why are you looking for me?"
"We live in a house borrowed by you. If such a big thing happens, you will definitely not ignore it. Furthermore, since I have been framed, how can I go to the government to ask for an explanation? If they catch me and still give in, we will die.
It’s not a big deal, but it’s a big deal for Mr. Zhou to implicate Governor Fan.”
"Well, you are also a scheming person, come in."
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After entering the study, the guests and hosts were seated. The tea was already cold. Zhou Ziqing personally took a pot, swept some snowflakes into it, and put it on the stove to stew. Yuan Feng helped him turn on the fire, and the fire burned even more vigorously.
It's warmer and the room is much warmer.
"I remember you. You are from Shibalibao. You are a quick catcher in Luyang County. You also run the salt, iron and tea horse business. You have achieved such success at a young age. You are considered a capable person. If it weren't for you, Fan Liangchen
There is no achievement today.”
After listening to Zhou Ziqing's words, Yuan Feng secretly admired his good memory and did not explain anything. He just said lightly: "It's all in the past."
"It's actually a fallacy for Fan Liangchen to use you as his envoy. He thought you could help him manage relationships in Beijing and sort out his connections, but he ignored one point."
"Which point?" Yuan Feng's heart moved, thinking that Zhou Ziqing had gained insight into his true identity.
"You are too upright. Maybe this kind of personality will be an advantage when dealing with the Qiang people, but it won't work in the capital of Zhou Dynasty. Such people will either run into obstacles or be tricked by others. Do you understand what I am saying?"
Yuan Feng said: "I understand, Mr. Zhou, you also know that this is a frame-up."
"Five days ago, the prince was assassinated while driving outside the palace. It is said that the assassin came from the northwest. Don't say that you don't know about this."
"This matter has nothing to do with us. We were framed, and the only insider, Xima Luo Tianqiang of Zhan Shifu, is dead. I came to Mr. Zhou just to ask for advice on who is harming us."
Zhou Ziqing smiled helplessly: "I'm just the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a civil servant, and I don't participate in those struggles. I don't know who harmed you, but I know that there is someone in the Su Wei army who belongs to the prince, and the prince is a vengeful man.
people."
"Understood, thank you, Mr. Zhou, and take my leave." Yuan Feng knew that he would not get much information from Zhou Ziqing, so he stood up and left.
…
On the way back, Yuan Feng thought carefully about Zhou Ziqing's words. Maybe he had misjudged all along. The other party was not coming for Fan Liangchen at all, but was dealing with him directly. This way, the problem was much simpler. He had been in the northwest for a long time.
, there are no enemies in the capital. The only clue is that he killed a local bully when passing by Henan. Is this the reason?
Returning to Guanyi, Yuan Feng immediately called Cao Gen and asked: "Cao Gen, do you know why Liu Badui is so bad?"
"I know, Liu Huai has a backer, even the county magistrate is afraid of him." Cao Gen is not old, but he is quite smart.
"Then who is his backer, do you know?"
"Everyone in the county knows that Liu Badui's uncle is Eunuch Liu from Beijing."
"Father-in-law?"
"Well, Eunuch Liu is a senior official who is greater than the county magistrate and the prefect."
Suddenly I realized that it was a villain who had been doing this for a long time. No wonder he kept an eye on the subordinates of the Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu. It turned out that he wanted to avenge his nephew. As a lackey in the palace, he naturally could not do it himself, so he could only frame the person who was planning to assassinate the prince.
Putting the blame on yourself, these eunuchs are really cruel.
Being able to contact the people in Zhan Shifu, knowing the prince's specific itinerary, and being able to mobilize a group of people means that this eunuch is probably working in the East Palace, and his status is not too low. He changed his mind and continued to ask: "Grassroots, you
Do you know the name of this Eunuch Liu?"
"have no idea."
A child cannot know so much, but it is enough.
…
At the root of the Imperial City, there was a miserable wind and cold rain. Yesterday's light snowfall has turned into rain and snow today. The cold and cold sky made people runny noses. The Imperial Guards in charge of guarding in front of the Meridian Gate huddled in a small wooden board building.
In the house, there was a fire, drinking tea, and chatting about everything.
Outside is an empty square, with the Imperial Ancestral Temple and the Altar of Sheji scattered to the left and right. There is no one in the square paved with bluestone strips, only the endless cold rain. At this time, the ministers who handed the sign to the palace will not come, and they are out on business.
It's almost time for the palace servants to go back. In a while, it will be time to change the guard, and you can go home and watch your wife and children while having a drink. This damn weather, it's almost the Chinese New Year and there's no chance of a sunny day.
After a while, it got darker, and the guys who were taking over the shift also came. One after another, suddenly a donkey cart came. The guards looked at the small flag on the front of the cart and couldn't help but cursed: "I'm from the imperial kitchen."
This bunch of bastards have only come back at this hour, so they must have been out eating filial piety and drinking yellow soup."
Not long after, the donkey cart came near. The young eunuch driving the cart was pale, with two strips of mucus hanging from his nose. He was still shivering. It looked like he was very cold. Several sergeants came around and kicked the wheel: "Little Wuzi, Eunuch Hai."
Woolen cloth?"
"Eunuch Hai drank too much and fell asleep." The little eunuch said tremblingly, and the repeated snoring in the car confirmed the little eunuch's words.
"I told you, this dog must have drank a lot." A sergeant said, coming over to lift the curtain.
"Old Wang, Mr. Hai was dreaming about marrying a wife. This time, he was woken up by you as soon as he got on the bed and before he even unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't fight you." Another soldier said jokingly.
"Yes, it's not good to disturb people's dreams." The sergeant known as Lao Wang waved his hand. "Go in."
Lao Wang didn't know that he had just passed through the gate of hell.
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